His Longing??

41~haldi

I rolled my eyes, attempting to play it cool. 

"No, no, nothing like that. I just...thought you might find him annoying or something."

Rida chuckled. "Annoying? Zain bhai? Never. He's always been kind and supportive. I think he's really great."

I forced a smile, feeling a pang of...something. Jealousy? Possessiveness? I didn't know, but I didn't like it one bit.

"Yeah, he's okay, I guess," I said nonchalantly, trying to downplay my feelings.

But Rida's gaze lingered on me, as if she saw right through my facade

 "You're not bothered, are you?" she asked, her voice low and knowing.

I shook my head, feeling my heart racing. "No, why would I be?"

Next morning :

I woke up early, restless from a sleepless night. After performing my Fajr prayer, I headed to the gym for a workout, hoping to clear my mind. However, my thoughts lingered, and I felt suffocated. Seeking solace, I stepped out into the garden, shedding my slippers as I walked barefoot on the dewy grass. The gentle morning breeze and the soft blades beneath my feet began to soothe my frazzled nerves. I sat down, closed my eyes, and let the stillness wash over me, allowing myself to meditate and unwind.

As I opened my eyes, I was startled to find a familiar figure standing before me. My eyes widened in surprise, and a gasp escaped my lips. It was Zain, the last person I expected to see here. My heart skipped a beat as our gazes met, and I felt a jolt of unexpected emotions.

My heart skipped a beat as I widened my eyes, taking in the unexpected sight of Zain standing in front of me. I felt a mix of surprise, shock, and a hint of embarrassment at being caught meditating in the garden.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, trying to compose myself, my voice barely above a whisper.

Zain's eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled, his gaze taking in my disheveled state.

 "I could ask you the same thing," he said, his voice low and smooth.

 "I didn't know you were a morning person."

I felt a flush rise to my cheeks as I realized I was still sitting on the grass, my hair disheveled, and my workout clothes drenched in sweat. I quickly scrambled to my feet, trying to brush off the grass and smooth out my clothes.

"Just needed some fresh air," I muttered, avoiding Zain's gaze.

But Zain's eyes lingered on me, and I could sense a hint of amusement in his expression. 

"You look like you needed a lot more than just fresh air," he teased, his voice gentle.

I shot him a look, feeling a spark of irritation mixed with...something else. Something I couldn't quite put my finger on.

 I  was looking at him and he was looking at me . we both were staring into each others eyes . like we are different world . I didn't knew when he came close and stood just in front of me . we were still looking when he place his hand on my cheek and creased it . I melt into his touch . after these years I was feeling peace . the peace I wanted to get since morning .

then realisation hit me . what the fuck I'm doing . melting in his touch . how can you be so disgusting saarah he is the man who broke you once . he is the reason for your condition today . and instead of pushing him away you are melting in his touch . I thought and pushed him and started going inside when he grab my wirst and pulled me to him . my back touched his front and I can feel his breath on my neck